Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.